I began to move and after only two thrusts, I was pounding into her, our skin slapping together, the bed creaking with the force of my movements.
“I want you to feel me the rest of the day. To walk down the aisle with every step reminding you whom you belong to. Thinking about what my cock can do to this fucking delicious pussy.”
Her whimpers quickly turned into passionate cries and when her walls began to clench, I was ready to go over the edge with her.
Angling so my pelvis rubbed over her bundle of nerves, I brought my mouth to her ear and bit the lobe before whispering, “Let go, baby. We’ll do it together.” She splintered apart and I went right along with her. I pushed in as deep as possible and felt my come release in hot spurts, filling her with me, marking her from the inside out.
“I fucking love you,” I gasped, my body still quaking with aftershocks.
Elisa slipped her arms around my waist and embraced me, sighing, “I fucking love you, too.”
“Then there’s no reason we can’t make it official. Become my wife,” I shifted my hips and surged deeper inside, still semi-hard even after coming, “today.”
“I couldn’t possibly.” My heart dropped, dread filling me before she continued. “Charlotte brought my mom’s dress, but I don’t even know if it fits. And then there’s hair, makeup, flowers, and all the other things a girl needs when she gets married.”
My breath left my lungs in a loud whoosh. These were all things I could fix. Hell, I didn’t even need to lift a finger to do so because it had already been taken care of. “I have an appointment booked for you at the spa where they’ll take care of your hair and makeup. A florist will meet you up here as soon as you’re done with several options to pick from, but I’ll warn you now, each of them has cherry blossoms included. And if you think of anything else you need in the meantime, I’ll make sure it’s taken care of. Whatever it takes.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “You have a deal, on one condition.”
“Name it and it’s yours.”
She swiveled her hips. “Make me come again first.”
I quickly got to work on meeting her demand. I had said I’d do whatever it took to seal the deal, after all.
“Calm the fuck down, dude. She’s with Madeleine and Charlotte in the other room.”
I turned to glare at Caleb, who was standing to my left as my best man. “I seem to remember having to practically wrestle you to the ground to keep you at the altar while you waited for Maddie.”
Caleb shrugged. “Touché.”
I shuffled my feet restlessly, sticking my hands in the pockets of my tux. The resort had a small chapel and I’d promised a signed football to the manager to book it for right after the five o’clock mass. Cherry blossoms filled the room, the same flower pinned to my jacket and in the bouquet Elisa would be carrying.
After what seemed like fucking hours, the violin quartet I’d hired started to play the smooth, romantic melody of Nessun Dorma. The aria from Tourandot, told the story of a man who falls in love at first sight and must earn the hand of the princess. It was the perfect song to watch my Elisa walk toward me down the aisle. Her ivory, lace dress hugged her curves until it flared out at the knees, hitting the floor.
The sight of her and the smile on her face calmed my racing heart. I had to unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth to speak my vows. Then the ceremony was done and I kissed my wife for the first time. I gathered her up close and kissed her without urgency, pouring my love into it. However, it eventually turned passionate, and I was about two seconds away from hauling her ass back to our room when I was knocked out of my lustful haze by a small hand whacking me on the back of my head.
“You can ravish your wife later, Bry,” Maddie said sternly.
My gaze burned into Elisa’s chocolate brown eyes, a mirroring flame sizzling. She went on her tiptoes, her voice quiet, for my ears only. “Don’t worry, I can still feel the stretch from the last time you owned my body and convinced me to say yes,” she said with a firm grip on my ass.
Fuck. “You better cancel any appointments you have for the week after next. You won’t be able to walk after spending our honeymoon being thoroughly fucked. I’m going for the win, baby.”
Elisa winked at me—damn, it turned me on when she did that—and grasped my hand, her finger rubbing lightly over my wedding band. “I’m game. Just remember, you’ve already won your championship ring.”
Epilogue
Elisa
“One more push,” the doctor urged.
I squeezed his hand hard enough I should have broken a couple fingers. “C’mon, baby. You can do this. One last push.”